Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband

Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet Now As It Was Before.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art, As Those Whose Beauties Proudly Make Them Cruel; For Well Thou Know'st To My Dear Doting Heart Thou Art The Fairest And Most Precious Jewel.

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?

There's Rosemary And Rue. These Keep Seeming And Savor All The Winter Long. Grace And Remembrance Be To You.